At Dwarf Street number 112, in the underground chamber behind Barkin's backyard.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Inside Barkin's alchemical Magic Cottage.
The sound of forging, full of rhythmic harmony, resonated deeply like bells and drums.
With the forging rhythm, Tuck could even feel the resonance between the materials and the forging hammer.
The waves of forging sounds were integrating perfectly with the entire ecology of Dwarf Street.
Perhaps Barkin himself wasn't aware of what his forging state was like.
But Tuck could see it.
Barkin, in his forging state, had begun to merge with the surrounding dwarf forging ecology.
"After advancing to a Master Blacksmith, Barkin's forging skills have really improved quite a bit," Tuck thought.
"Forging fourth-rank Dragon Scale Armor and Blood Shadow Wizard Robe seems to pose no problem."
Feeling reassured by Barkin's forging rhythm, Tuck sat cross-legged inside his Magic Cottage.
